Diving in the floating dust, looking at the sky. Quietly looking at the bustling bustle of traffic, looking at those people who are high above, and those distant things... Once the wind and clouds rise, ride the wind and go up. The humble are no longer humble, Those who are high above are no longer so unattainable... Fame, wealth and sex come one after another, strolling on this road. Smashing all the rules, enjoying only your own, innocent temptation.